Harry Potter and the Mask of Death
Harry Potter, an ordinary boy in most ways sat at the Gryffindor table, raptly listening to Professor Dumbledore's speech.
"And, I am very proud to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Gray," said Dumbledore, motioning to a beautiful girl with silky, golden blonde hair and smokey blue eyes. She looked as if she were in her early thirties.
"Hullo!" She said, in a soprano voice.
"Professor Gray, will also be teaching our new subject," continued Dumbledore, the Great Hall breaking out into a fit of whispers. "Dueling." He said smiling. "I know that many of you had it a few years back, for pleasure, but now, it is mandatory," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes flashing a rare twinge of red. "Just as a precaution, though." His eyes returning back to their normal state. Harry now saw why everyone said that Dumbledore could take you down with his stare alone. "Second years and up! And, now, without further ado, lets eat!" Finished Dumbledore, the plates magically filling with all kinds of food. Turkey, pork, bread, ham, beans.
"So, what do think of the new teacher?" Asked Ron, pilling green beans onto his plate.
"Well, she seems nice, but how is she going to teach two subjects?" Said Hermione, daintily eating a piece of lettuce.
"No meat?" Asked Ron through a mouthful of turkey.
"What-oh-no I have gave it all up. I am a vegetarian, it is easier on the House Elves," retorted Hermione, flashing her Prefect badge.
"Follow me," said Hermione, directing all of the somber looking first years into a line and through the entrance hall.
"You must be excited," said Hermione, an eager smile playing on her lips. "Learning magic and all!"
"Yes very!" Said a little girl, pulling one of her brown ringlets behind her ear. "Oh, I am Desera, Desera Montogu," said the girl, smiling politely.
"I am…" started Hermione.
"I know who you are," said the girl, giving Hermione a sidelong glance, only to reveal a sweet smile.
"Oh." Said Hermione, stunned.
"I can't wait to start Potions! It sounds so exciting." Said Desera, not noticing the stunned look on Hermione's face.
"Hmm." Said Hermione, not really paying attention. How does she know me?
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A man dressed in silver robes, his black hair fleeing behind him ran up the stone stairs, an object of some sort placed in his hands. Making his way down the many corridors-all known by heart-he rapped on a gigantic oak door.
"Enter." Said a high-pitched but mocking voice.
"Here," said the man, giving the brown package to the man. "It is the one you asked for, yes?"
"Yes." Said the second man, his red-black eyes eyeing the package hungrily.
"You may leave, your work is valued." Said the second man, a flashing the first man a rare, cruel smile.
"Yes, master." Said the second man, a proud look on his face.
He made his way back down the corridor, humming himself s little tune.
"Kill him," ordered the sinister man, his voice not showing any mercy.
"Yes, master." Said a tall, muscular man, retrieving his wand and muttering some well-chosen words.
The man in the silver robes did not even have time to scream before the jet of red hit him, his body disappearing forever…
Note: I will, will complete this one! I am just a horrible series writer, so bare with me! I own nothing.